Trip to Jump Jump's

Jump Jump (what Cally, at 3, dubbed my father in an attempt to say, "Grampa John") took Killian out for a driving lesson and hooked him up with a group ukulele jam on Saturday. It was more activity than either probably should have endeavored.It followed a late night seeing John Pizzarelli at Thalian Hall in Wilmington, NC. What the hell. They are both living it up. Today, we explored graves of 5 generations of my family. I learned that my father doesn't ever want fake foliage on his grave. Between noticing patterns of Spanish Moss growth and hiking amounst drought-resistant Cyprus trees, my father learned that Killian -- much like he in his latter years -- shares such a deep fascination for natural environments that programming activities is unnecessary.

This trip has been beautiful. Time's taken a little breather. Beginning with the gathering at Celebrity Dairy. My sister, brother, aunt, uncle, and stepdad all made a point of gathering during a busy weekday lunch to be with Killian. It's quite amazing what can be put on hold when we are unanimous on what is meaningful. We were only there a little under two hours, but it felt good. Wilmington has been equally cozy for the psyche.

We head back tomorrow - the 2nd of February. Killian's mind is set that he will get back to school very soon, and he has started back on his studies toward that end.